The air on U-01 vibrated with a symphony unlike any they'd experienced. It wasn't just sound; it was a living entity, brushing against their skin, swirling around them like a tangible current. Anya, ever-practical, focused on the immediate sensation.
"This is overwhelming," she admitted, a hint of awe in her voice. "It feels like the world itself is singing to us."
The scholar within Alex hummed in agreement. Memories flickered – fragments of a forgotten song, a lullaby used to calm the very fabric of reality when it became too chaotic. Perhaps, he thought, the key to understanding this world lay not just in listening, but in participating in its song.
